Waking up as the first rays of sun pour into my bedroom,
and watch this little one go moo moo first thing in the morning.
Or make my knees green by rolling in these grass fields
and sometimes build hay stakes on the hill slopes.
Spend the noon counting unripe mangoes on the tree I planted in my childhood,
and plucking strawberries from our garden,
Or may be look around for wild berries in the jungle.
I would watch the sparrows perched on our wooden terrace,
and build a scarecrow to fly them away from the crop.
I would spend the evening listening to the sound the river makes as it flows down the valley,
and wait for another day in this place I once called Home.